She Was Eating A Whole Different Kind Of Lunch  

, , , , , | Working | November 15, 2019

(It’s my very first day working for a small gift shop in my tiny town, and I am manning the register. My store owner, the only other person on shift, lets me know she will be gone for a ten-minute lunch break. She says if I need her, I can call her.)

Me: “Sure, I got this!”

(Ten minutes turns into an hour. Then two. Before I know it, three hours have passed, but I am doing well. I’m not making any mistakes, and I figure she got held up with her kids or something. A customer purchases an item for $10.99 and pays by card. As I tap in the amount onto the machine, I realise in horror that I have just charged this poor woman $109.99 and need to do a refund. I am upset and explain to the customer that I will need to call the store owner to do it, as it is my very first day. She is good-natured and understanding. I call my boss on her mobile. No answer. I call again. No answer. I try yet again. This time she picks up, and she sounds very irritated.)

Store Owner: “What!?”

Me: “Hi, it’s [My Name]. I’ve just made a mistake and need to make a refund on a credit card, but I need you to show me how and to approve it.”

Store Owner: “Just get it out of the till. I’ll fix it later.”

Me: “Um, it’s over $100; I don’t have that much in the till.”

Store Owner: “F***, all right. Give me five minutes.”

(My boss hangs up, and I explain to the customer the wait. She is cool, as she understands I have no real power. Cool lady. Fifteen minutes pass, no sign of the boss. I try to call, and her phone is off. I am starting to freak out and cry. The customer is still cool and talks calmly to me. It turns out she knows my mum; this is a small town. She owns the new bakery and has gotten to know everyone. She starts joking around, and I finally begin relaxing with her. Nearly an hour later, my boss rocks up stinking of… intimate times with someone. Even in my innocence, I can see she was a mess. Her shirt’s on backward, makeup smudged, hair mussed. My boss rolls her eyes at the customer.)

Store Owner: “Can’t get good workers these days. Sorry about the idiot.”

(I feel like I’ve been slapped. The customer glares at my stinky boss, and then looks at me.)

Customer: “You can start work in my shop at 9:00 am. Want a ride home?”

(I left with her, and I worked at her shop until I graduated and moved away.)

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Unfiltered Story #167609

, , | Unfiltered | September 21, 2019

Conversations in retail.

Customer: Can you tell me the price of this stuffed penguin?
Me: Oh, the price sticker is just on the tag on the side of him there.
Customer: *stares blankly, remains motionless*
Me: *walk around, look where I told her to look* Thirty dollars.
Customer: Do you have a card for him?
Me: A what?
Customer: A card?
Me: A… what?
Customer: A business card for him?
Me: A business card for the penguin?
Customer: Yes.
Me: … A… a business card. For the penguin. … Like… does the penguin… have a business card?
Customer: …Yes
Me: …
Customer: So I can order him later if I want him?

She’s In For A Shock If She Ever Goes To Indonesia  

, , , , | Right | September 6, 2019

(My wife and I have been married twenty years and never taken a vacation for just us. We both have just recently “graduated” after going back to school to further our education for our careers. Our kids are older, allowing my father-in-law to watch them, just making sure they get hot food, and get to school and sports. Some good friends of ours get a great package deal for an all-inclusive resort in Mexico that they have been to before and want to know if we want in on the special rates. So, off we go on a seven-day trip to Mexico with some good friends. About the third day in Mexico, I am at the resort shop buying some odds and ends and have already noticed the sign that shows the exchange rates between pesos and other forms of currency they accept. I see the price tag and then do the math using the posted exchange rate. As I am paying the very polite cashier, I hear a rude woman just lose it on one of the employees.)

Rude Customer: “HOW CAN YOU CHARGE SO MUCH?! I AM NOT PAYING 95 US DOLLARS FOR THIS SHOT GLASS!”

Employee: “No, that is—”

Rude Customer: “WHAT? I DON’T UNDERSTAND! CAN’T YOU SPEAK ENGLISH?!”

Employee: “Yes, English, price is…”

Rude Customer: “SPEAK ENGLISH!”

(I have had enough.)

Me: “Ma’am, as the employee started to tell you twice in English, the sticker is the amount in pesos. The exchange rate is posted right here.” *pointing to sign next to register*

Rude Customer: “WHY WOULD IT BE IN PESOS?”

Me: *laughing* “We are in Mexico… and pesos are the currency in this country. No wonder Americans get a bad reputation for being rude.”

Rude Customer: *glaring at me and muttering* “What do you Canadians know, anyway?”

Me: “Lady, who said I am Canadian? I am from the Midwest, the heartland of the USA, and you are just being rude.”

(With that, I went and enjoyed my vacation, just wondering how someone could be so entitled and rude.)

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Can We Just Look Around And Ruin Your Evening?

, , , | Right | August 22, 2019

(I’m the last one to leave after closing. As I’m locking the front door behind me on my way out, a middle-aged couple approaches. The store is completely dark, the “closed” sign is up on the door, and there is no one left inside.)

Customer: “Oh, are you closed?”

Me: “Yes, we closed about twenty minutes ago.”

Customer: “Can we just come in and look around for a few minutes?” 

Me: “Unfortunately, that’s not possible; we’ve already shut down the registers.”

Customer: “We aren’t looking to buy anything! We just want to look around!”

Me: “We’re closed. I can’t let you in. I need to leave now. I have somewhere to be.”

(They continued to stand there, staring at the door, as I walked away. I kept an eye on them as I got into my car, and saw them try the door once or twice, then look at the hours sign next to the door, and then look at their phones before finally walking away. I made sure that they were long gone before I drove away.)

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Unfiltered Story #160058

, , | Unfiltered | August 8, 2019

We sell Black Forest Cuckoo Clocks in our store. One day a tourist with his 5-year-old son comes in and they watch one of the clocks where the bird comes out, making “cuckoo, cuckoo”.
Father to the son: “Do you know what bird that is?”
Son, sounding uncertain: “A rooster?”
Father: “No, an owl!”

(Even worse: they came from Germany and really should know better!)